You had been working for the Dodgers' social media team for a little over a year now. You absolutely loved your job, the excitement of the games, the buzz in the stadium, and the chance to work with some of the most talented athletes in the world. Tonight was no different. After another thrilling game, you were in your office inside the social media office, surrounded by monitors and the hum of computer fans, putting together posts and updates for the team's social media channels.
The office was quiet after everyone else went home except for the occasional cheers echoing from the last of the fans leaving the stadium. Your fingers flew over the keyboard as you selected photos and videos, crafting the perfect posts to capture the excitement of the night. You were so engrossed in your work that you didn’t notice the door to the office creak open.
Jack, a star pitcher and your boyfriend, slipped into the room. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched you work, your back to him. He moved silently, sneaking up behind you. His presence went unnoticed until you felt a gentle tug on the waistband of your underwear.
“Hey there,” Jack’s voice was a low, playful whisper in your ear.
You jumped, your heart skipping a beat. “Jack! You scared the shit out of me!” you exclaimed, turning to face him, a smile spreading across your lips.
He grinned, his hands resting on your hips. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You looked so focused, I couldn't miss my shot.”
“Well, someone has to keep our fans updated,” you teased, turning back to your computer screen, trying to focus on the task at hand despite his proximity.
Jack’s hands didn’t leave your hips. Instead, they began to roam, sliding up your sides and down to your thighs. “You work too hard,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck.
Your breath hitched as he continued his teasing. “Jack, I really need to finish this,” you tried to protest, though your resolve was weakening with each passing second.
“Just a little break,” he whispered, his hands slipping under your shirt, fingers grazing your skin. “You deserve it.”
"We can't" you pulled away "what if someone catches us?"
Jack's hand found it's way to your chin lifting it so you looked him right in the eyes "No one is in the social media room. Security is starting their walk around the stadium at the other side of the stadium, theres no cameras in here, it's your office" he pointed out, his hands pulling your shirt up.
"Jack.." you began, your voice a little shaky, but Jack only leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Shhh, just relax, baby Im just playing."
Jack lifted you from your seat, taking your spot before sitting you on his lap his hands sliding down your shoulders, thumbs massaging the tense muscles there. His touch was gentle at first, but it didn’t take long for him to let one hand wander down, slipping under her shirt to caress your back.
Your breathing quickened, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as you felt the warmth of one of Jack’s palm spread across your lower back. Meanwhile, his other hand had taken to teasing the waistband of your underwear, pulling it slightly and letting it snap back against you skin.
"You like that, don't you?" Jack murmured into your ear, his voice low and smooth. "You like when I tease you like this."
You bit your lip, nodding almost imperceptibly. You could feel Jack chuckling against your neck as he continued to toy with you, his fingers slipping just under the fabric of your underwear.
You squirmed slightly, caught between his touches, the heat building within you as he continued . Your mind was spinning, your body reacting to every touch, every whispered word. You felt Jack's thumb rubbing circles around your clit while his other hand slid up your back, stopping at back of where your bra clipped.
"Jack" You whimpered softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Hmm?" Jack hummed, his fingers gently rubbing against your clit faster, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. "What is it, babe? You want me to stop?"
You shivered under his touch, your body responding to his every move. He was right; you did deserve a break, and who would you be to deny him – or yourself – a little fun?
“Lock the door,” you managed to say.
Jack grinned, stepping away just long enough to lock the office door. When he returned, he lifted you from the chair, carrying you to the couch in the room and sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. His hands were everywhere, caressing and pulling off your shirt.
You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch. You turned your head to capture his lips in a heated kiss, your hands tangling in his hair.
Jack had his hands move to waistband of your leggings again, this time tugging them off. His fingers slipped beneath your underwear, finding you already dripping wet. He teased you his touch light and maddening, before finally slipping a finger inside you.
You gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. “Jack, please,” you pleaded, needing more.
He chuckled, adding another finger, his thumb circling her your clit. “Patience, babe. Let’s enjoy this.”
But you were past the point of patience. You turned in his lap, straddling him, lost in absolute pleasure as he pumped his fingers in and out. "Jack..." you whimpered.
He smirked at you "come on babe, cum for me" and that was it took. You came all over his, trying to catch your breath.
"Would you look at-" he got caught off your hands tugging at his shirt. Jack helped you, pulling it off and tossing it aside. Your hands roamed his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. Before you knew it your hands were at the waistband of his pants and boxers, pulling them off with such ease, it even surprised Jack. "You ready?" He asked.
You were beyond words, only able to nod your head in agreement. He lifted you slightly, positioning you to perfectly line up with him. You sank down onto his dick, a moan escaping your lips as he filled you completely. You started moving, slowly at first, savoring him inside you.
“Fuck you feel amazing,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
You couldn’t respond, you were too lost in the sensations overwhelming you. You rode him harder, your pace increasing as the tension built. Jacks hands moved to your back, pulling you closer.
Your movements became more frantic, both your breaths ragged. You could feel herself nearing the edge, and from the way Jacks grip tightened and his breath quickened, you knew he was close too.
“Come for me, Y/N,” he murmured against again.
With a cry, your body tensed, pleasure crashing over you in absolute waves. Jack followed moments later, his body shuddering as he found his release.
The both of you clung to each other, riding out the aftershocks, your breaths mingling as you both tried to catch your guys' breath. Slowly, you both had came down from your high, with you collapsing against Jack's chest, both of you spent but utterly satisfied.
After a few moments, you lifted her head to look at Jack, a lazy smile on your lips. “That was… amazing,” you said softly.
Jack chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re amazing you know that,” he replied, kissing her gently.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow, before reluctantly pulling apart. You got dressed and fixed your clothes, your cheeks flushed but your eyes sparkling with happiness.
“I really should finish my work,” you said, though there was no regret in your voice.
Jack grinned, standing and retrieving his shirt. “And I should get this cleaned up" Gestures to the couch in your office. "But we should do this more often,” he teased, winking at you.
You laughed, giving him one last kiss. “Deal"
He kissed you once more before slipping out of the office to get some cleaning supplies from the clubhouse, leaving you with a satisfied smile on your face as you returned to your work. The night had taken an unexpected turn, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
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